Aisha was too overjoyed to care about the shameful position the tentacles held her in. She gazed at Cassius with pure, adoring love.
"Give it to me, Cassius—! Please—! Push that massive cock into my finally-maturing pussy—!"
He obliged.
With one thrust, he buried himself inside her tight, wet heat. Aisha's back arched, a guttural moan tearing from her throat.
"Yes! Yes! Oh yes—fuck—YES!" Her voice rose to a cry of ecstasy. "I can feel it! I can feel the difference now that I have a single hair down there! It feels even better!"
Cassius's expression grew awkward, even as he continued thrusting.
"I...don't think it works quite like that, Aisha."
But then he smiled, shaking his head with fond exasperation.
"But whatever suits your taste."
He slammed into her with renewed vigor.
"Smack!♡~ Aaaah!♡~ Ughh!♡~ Nnn!"
And Aisha's moans filled the room—high, breathy, desperate sounds—as he fucked her suspended body with deep, powerful strokes.
"Smash!♡~ Slap!♡~ Smack!♡~ Nnm!"
